Angry Mark has a story to tell

(hmm-mmm-mmm) (every

pencil mark)

I draw a circle on

the paper page

But I press down hard

to hide the rage

The heavy graphite makes a darker line

I rub it out and pretend I'm fine

(but it leaves a mark)

Every pencil mark has a story to tell

Of a quiet room

where the shadows fell

You can paint it over with a yellow sun

But you can't erase what has already been done (no,

you

can't)

Shading in the corners

so they look so deep

Like the secrets

that I have to keep

If you look real close you can see the tear

Where the paper ripped from the heavy fear (right there)

Every pencil mark has a story to tell

Of a quiet room where the shadows fell You can paint it

over with a yellow sun

But you can't erase what has already been done

(no, you can't)

Art class therapy, drawing my hand

Tracing the lines of a faraway land My teacher says the pressure

shows the stress But I smile real big and I say

it's just a mess (just a mess...)

Every pencil mark... (mmm-mmm) It's still on the page